We Can Endure That He Should Waste Our Lands, Despoil Our Temples, And By Sword And Flame Return Us To The Dust From Which We Came; Such Food A Tyrant'S Appetite Demands: And We Can Brook The Thought That By His Hands Spain May Be Overpowered, And He Possess, For His Delight, A Solemn Wilderness Where All The Brave Lie Dead. But, When Of Bands Which He Will Break For Us He Dares To Speak, Of Benefits, And Of A Future Day When Our Enlightened Minds Shall Bless His Sway; 'Then', The Strained Heart Of Fortitude Proves Weak; Our Groans, Our Blushes, Our Pale Cheeks Declare That He Has Power To Inflict What We Lack Strength To Bear.